This is
what happens when I wake up at one in the morning, wide awake, and
then accidentally drink iced coffee thinking it was chocolate milk. I
didn't get back to sleep for several hours, by which time I was in
science class. Just a random idea that doesn't really fit in
anywhere particular, a sort of 'what if?'.

Suzie
never remembers her dreams. Which, in some ways, is a blessing,
because they are suddenly full of monsters and horror and blood. But
in some ways it's a curse, because there are messages in the
dreams, lessons that she needs to learn, that only the dreams can
teach her. And she learns. In the dreams she can do everything she's
meant to.

She just
doesn't remember when she wakes up.

When she
sees two people grappling in an alley, the man biting at the woman's
throat, his face grotesque and twisted, she runs away and calls the
police. They arrive too late, of course; finding only the
blood-drained body of the woman, and her attacker gone without trace.
Suzie's dreams are full of thousands of years of women killing
creatures like this one, and she knows how to save people like the
woman in the alley.

But they
are in her dreams, and she doesn't remember how.

When Suzie
sees a girl's face morph into a twisted, raised parody of the
original, she assumes that she's a student practicing for drama
class – an impersonation, perhaps, or acting the part of the evil
enemy. She knows that she should kill the girl, 'dust' her, as it
were. And she knows how; has been shown uncountable times how to kill
creatures like the strange-faced girl, by the army of women in her
dreams.

But she
doesn't remember, because she only dreams about it.

Suzie
knows she's suddenly healing too fast, suddenly top of her class in
sport, and the bullies she hits back at actually get hurt. But she
puts this down to the fact that she's been going to the gym with
her mother for the last month, trying to spend more time with her.
She's been told that her newfound abilities are supernatural, given
to her for fighting supernatural powers.

But only
in unremembered dreams.

She's
called to be the Slayer, but she's called in dreams, and when she
wakes up, she never remembers. And because she never takes up the
mantle, when she dies in a car accident sixty-four years later, she
can't pass it on. The chain of Slayers is broken, ended forever in
Suzie's dreams. Nobody is there to stop the forces of darkness,
nobody called to guard the doorways out of this world and into
another. Suzie never remembered, and the memories that should have
been passed down were forgotten.

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